surreal poetry

Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.

The Last Loving Teardrop
The absolute last time when love wholeheartedly lingered in my corner, it quickly got out maneuvered by a clueless facade. Then came along a meaningful watery, shaped transparency ready to embody every emerging existence that I've been tactfully holding in because of complete shutdown.
By Valerie Lyles4 years ago in Poets
Portraits are Ghosts
It's hard not to see These portraits as ghosts, As a sheen of static dust Between the sun and I. They shimmer (if skies are clear)
By John Anthony4 years ago in Poets
The Wonders and Risks of Technology.
Behold, the wonders of technology, A world transformed, a new reality, From humble beginnings, we've come so far, A brave new world, with a shining star.
By Rogul 4 years ago in Poets
Heart Broken
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a sight that always left Mia breathless. She would sit on her balcony, watching as the clouds twirled and spun, their edges tinged with pink and orange as they kissed the horizon. It was a moment of peace in her otherwise chaotic life.
By Afee Writes4 years ago in Poets
spoken for myself.
entitlement claimed to intimacy, no authority who wants to know who doesn't want to know some parts failed the test so i leaned into those
By ⸘jason alan‽4 years ago in Poets
The Majesty of Nature: A Poetic Ode to the Beauty of the Natural World
Oh nature, how your beauty sings With melodies that dance and ring The rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze And the hum of the bees as they fly with ease
By cruddymoose4 years ago in Poets
Welcome In
I am an inn on a road many do not travel on. My doors are always open and all are welcome, whether it be royalty or a vandal on the run.
By A. Nguyen4 years ago in Poets
Elapse
Life can be a peculiar affair, With absurdities beyond compare, Like a clock that goes tick-tock, Till it runs out of stock,
By Kal Alvey4 years ago in Poets
What I Want?
I want something but don't know what it is I am longing for something but still don't know what Is it acceptance? Is it to be recognized?
By L.I.E4 years ago in Poets
My 50th Story
Of fifty posts on Vocal Media's great stage, A milestone reached with much to celebrate, Each one a gem upon this virtual page, A testament to writers' passionate fate. With every post, a new adventure born, A journey shared with readers far and wide, From heartfelt tales of love and loss, forlorn, To words of wisdom and advice as guide. The journey's been long, but oh so sweet, As writers pour their souls into each word, Their passion and dedication can't be beat, A testament to the power of being heard. So here's to fifty more, and then some more, As writers' voices ring out evermore.
By Lejoy4 years ago in Poets
What is real?
Cogs of a different clock, which are sealed away and locked, here the arms and sand, come from a far-off distant land, there is no near there is no high,
By Michael_Angelo4 years ago in Poets
Reach for the Pie Boys
Reach for the pie, Said a boy name Tai, His cousin reached but failed. The two hoped it taste as good as it smelled, But the counter was too high.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Poets